Those Christians and Their Guns

They look so sweet while standing there
With well groomed suits and feathered hair
Their eyes are bright, their teeth do shine
Their lives are perfect by design
They’re definitely the chosen ones
Those Christians and their guns

Their thoughts are very neat and clean
With speech that’s not at all obscene
They do not drink, they do not smoke
They are such good and wholesome folk
They’re definitely the chosen ones
Those Christians and their guns

They go to church, kneel down and pray
For god to take their sins away
Then drive away in mini-vans
And suddenly they’re football fans
Whose teams are now the chosen ones
Those Christians and their guns

On bended knee they will avow
That marriage is a sacred vow
To love and honor and obey
Unless you’re lesbian or gay
Because your not a chosen one
A Christian with a gun

They love the world god gave to them
It is a bright and shining gem
And all god’s creatures great and small
That run or creep or even crawl
Are there to kill off one by one
By Christians and their guns

Beware unfaithful sinners all
Do not ignore their righteous call
They think the world should act like them
And if you don’t they must condemn
The wisest heathen cuts and runs
‘Cause Christians all have guns